A Bandwagon Of Entitlement

Aliyah's POV

"What do you mean by I should follow you back home?" I asked him, unsure if I had heard correctly or not.

He paused and looked at me, apparently, he had not been expecting any hitches in this process.

"You know, we can go back to the life we used to have back at the pack?" He asked, I didn't know whether he was explaining or asking me a question.

"I am not going back with you Devon," I said calmly and walked away from him. He hesitated for a moment before chasing after me.

"Why? I thought we were cool?" He asked and I shook my head.

"We are cool but I can't come back with you to the pack." I reiterated wondering why he was doing this now. Springing up this request on me without asking me how I felt about it and now he automatically wants me to say yes.

"I want us to go back so we can get married and have the family you have always asked for. It's the life we planned before all this." He said, his eyes searching mine desperately.

"We planned that life together, I agree. But, things have changed now. I am here and I want to live life on my own for now. I did not even expect to see you here when I did, I already had a lot of things in motion so I can't just pack up and leave it now because you said so. What happens when you do not want me again?" I asked him, my heart stinging from the ill-treatment he meted on me when I was still with him.

"But I already asked you to forgive me, Aliyah. What more do you want from me?" He asked, his voice was beginning to sound angry but I didn't care. I wanted someone else now, someone he could never compare to.

"I do forgive you. You seem not to understand what I am saying as you keep asking me the same damn thing. Everything is the same but I want more. I can't throw my life away in that small pack when there is a big world here that I can get to explore. Are you really going to deny me that?" I asked him. The emotional manipulation was bound to get to him, I knew Devon like the back of my palm and with the addition of the last few weeks, I sure had him wrapped around my fingers.


"You are breaking up with me?" He asked me, looking at me suspiciously.

"We already broke up a long time ago. When you chose not to consider my feelings and made me a laughingstock in Omnidom. We will never do that again. Poor me, I saw hell but then, I'm recovering now and you want to drag me back to where I managed to crawl out of." I said and sat down, eating the bowl of fruits I had earlier placed on the table.

Devon kept looking at me like I was a stranger and I had other things to say that I was not ever going to say.

"Is it because your sister has gotten better than you?" He asked me and my nostrils flared in anger, he didn't back down, he held his eyes on mine and dared me to deny his accusation.


"I have no idea what you are speaking of. Refrain from making such baseless accusations next time." I threatened and continued eating while he stood there, looking at me morosely.

"So, this is it?" He asked and I nodded my head.

"Yes. All you have done by coming here is inconveniencing me with emotions that I do not want. When I wanted it, you acted like I was a bug in your life that you needed to get rid of, I won't give you that power over me again. You can shut the door on your way out." I said and walked away from him to the room.


A few seconds later, I heard my apartment door slam shut and figured that he had left. I was relieved to hear him dragging a bag past the front of my door to the elevator. A few minutes after that, a knock sounded on my door. I wondered if he was the one coming back to convince me one last and was already dreading another round of that conversation.

"It's me, Cecelia." I heard the one who knocked say and heaved a sigh of relief.

"Hey, Cecelia," I said and ushered her in. She was dressed in a weird brown skirt and red shirt accompanied with a green scarf and blue jacket. She always dressed like she was desperate to show her true colors.

"Heard you arguing? Are you both okay?" She asked me, her small voice filled with concern.

"It's nothing. He just wanted more than I could give. A lot more than I cared to give." I answered briefly and got up, walking to the kitchen, I brought out a bottle of vodka and two shot glasses. Cecelia drank like a fish and I never seemed to understand why she never reacts to the seemingly large quantity of alcohol that she consumes.

"Men can be like that. Before I became like this, I used to love someone. All he did was leave me and now he is falling in love with someone else while I am forced to watch. But I have so many things to do to him, he shouldn't have led me on for so long." She said and I wondered who was crazy enough to pay attention to her.

"Who is this man? Is he here?" I asked her.

"Yes, he is. He always will. And I will always be here too, I wish I had half of your courage." She said and shook her head sadly.

"So who is this man?" I asked, the curiosity killing me.

"Alpha Wesley." She announced coldly and I nearly laughed.